I am depressed. Really depressed. You know how I said I hate it when I can’t figure things out? That it gnaws at me until I do figure it out? Well, I spoke too soon re taming the beast that is Wordpress. I’m stuck. Fucking really stuck.
Here’s the deal, everything looks good. It looks right. But there are things behind the scenes that stink… meaning they don’t freaking work right. And it’s killing me. Not because they don’t work right, but because I SUCK and can’t figure out how to fix it.
I’ve gotten to the point where I’m about to post everywhere for someone to come mentor me. I don’t want someone to just fix all this shit for me. I just need someone who knows HOW to fix it to show me, help me fix it. It’s all about ME, of course. I want to do this myself. But I’m stuck. And I suck. And I have bad luck. So I’m saying FUCK.
Excuse me while I go shed some angry angsty tears. I HATE it when I can’t figure shit out.
Oh, and BTW, my new coffeepot peed all over the counter. $9 in Wally World (Walmart for the uninitiated, which BTW is a freaking 3rd world country all on it’s own. No one speaks English in Wally World!) for some generic brand drip coffeepot. I only wanted it because it will keep the coffee hot. I really prefer a french press pot, but they don’t keep the coffee hot for hours.
So I pour water in the water tank and turn away to fill the basket with Sumatra. When I come back, I stick the basket in and discover a puddle under the new coffeepot. I pick it up. It’s leaking like a sieve. All the water in the water tank is draining out the bottom of the unit. It literally peed all over my counter and took a half a roll of paper towels to mop up.
Okay. I’m done ranting. I’m gonna go make maple bacon and ingest massive quantities of cholesterol to make myself feel better. I don’t wanna look at the new blog today. I will cry for sure if I do. I wonder if I can dig the the cracked press pot out of the trash and clean it up good enough to make a cup of coffee…
